[Impassive, Allison allows herself to be maneuvered back into the cabin, but when Tig goes looking through the alcohol she comes alive, making her way to him quickly, if a little wobbly...and thankfully, without falling over.
She reaches him in just enough time to wrench the bottle of vodka from his hand, brandishing it like it might bite.]
No! Eeeevil.
[Setting it down, she peers into the small liquor cabinet with an intensely thoughtful look...then pulls out a bottle of Jack Daniels and hands it to Tig with a look of sheer relief.]
Here.
[She promptly goes back to being unhappy, hovering at Tig's elbow, if not leaning against him outright as he serves himself.]
My best friend...she doesn't trust me. And Tig you didn't answer the question! I'm drunk, not stupid.
Do you trust me...and-and do you think I'm a good person? Don't tell me what--what I seem. [She reaches up, poking his temple with her index finger.] Tell me what you think. In your brain.
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She reaches him in just enough time to wrench the bottle of vodka from his hand, brandishing it like it might bite.]
No! Eeeevil.
[Setting it down, she peers into the small liquor cabinet with an intensely thoughtful look...then pulls out a bottle of Jack Daniels and hands it to Tig with a look of sheer relief.]
Here.
[She promptly goes back to being unhappy, hovering at Tig's elbow, if not leaning against him outright as he serves himself.]
My best friend...she doesn't trust me. And Tig you didn't answer the question! I'm drunk, not stupid.
Do you trust me...and-and do you think I'm a good person? Don't tell me what--what I seem. [She reaches up, poking his temple with her index finger.] Tell me what you think. In your brain.